The echo cradles the infinite folds of midnight's canvas,
where old stars sleep, murmuring ancient tales not of this world.
Have you ever witnessed a nebula's silent song?
There once lay a luminous bridge,
crafted by constellations to connect lonely worlds,
then frayed by time's persistent pull.
Can one touch the untouchable, feel the silent reverberations?
Bathe in glimmers of forgotten dreams,
as quasars dot the horizon like pearls upon a dark sea.
within silence, an echo answers softly, calling to align the heart of the void.